Moonlight Rhapsody
A poem
Nov 1 · 2 min read

I am staring at the moon while wondering why it’s hanging up there.
It’s almost full.
Awaited perfection is still missing a slimmer slice, preventing her from showing complete shining rotundity.
A holy halo is lingering all around her; like a fairy veil that’s floating in a dance lightly and expanding in the bright neat night sky.

